Page 73 of Chasing Stripes

The cool air alerted her to just how warm Bartek had made her, but it was welcome. It added to her already sensitive flesh and the electricity that bounced off the nerve endings. She had never been more alert to someone’s touch.

His fingers grazed her back as he slowly unzipped to her hips. He hardened more beneath her hands as he touched her bare skin.

Artemis felt the large bulge suffocating in his pants. She wanted to free it from its bondage and see it or herself.

She gently rubbed him to encourage what was in store for him.

Bartek ran his fingers back up her spine and expertly unhooked her bra.

Bartek kissed her jaw then her neck. Artemis rolled her head to the side to expose one of her most vulnerable spots to him, letting him nip her.

She undid his pants and slipped her hand in to feel his member.

He pulled her dress straps off her shoulders causing her breasts to pop out over the top.

Artemis’s nipples stiffened as they came in contact with the cool air. And Bartek’s thumbs.

She loved how Bartek also seemed to admire her natural assets.

He pulled her dress down to her waist and cupped her breasts in his hands. She wanted his mouth on them. To warm them and fill her with even more need than she already had for him.

It was addictive to be this turned on. Part of her couldn’t wait to climax while the other part wanted the stimulation to last as long as it could.

Artemis stroked him a little faster and Bartek took the bait.

He put his face in between them and pushed them together around his face. Artemis leaned further into him, her grip tightening slightly as she continued to stroke him.

Bartek put one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard at first, almost to the point of pain, but the pleasure was greater.

Artemis moaned and her head rolled back. She kept her hand deep in his pants but the sensation caused her to pause for a moment.

“Ahh, yes.”

His tongue licked her nipple. He went back and forth from one nipple to the other as her moans encouraged him. Her hand moved faster and faster inside his pants.

She was conscious then of how wet and sticky her inner thighs were. All she wanted was to be naked against Bartek’s hard, hot body.

She’d had enough.

Artemis lifted her hands out of his drawers and undid the top button of his shirt. Then, she pulled on the bottom and lifted it over his head.

She tossed it aside and took in his toned, muscular body.

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Artemis couldn’t stop the sharp gasp that escaped her at the sight of his body. She wanted to trail her hands up and down his chest and worship every part of him.

She pressed her half-naked body against his and pushed him against the blanket.

His hands stroked her back as she let her fingers run over his flexed biceps and hips. Her breasts pressed hard against his pecks. Erect nipples rubbing against each other.

We’re panting,Artemis realized almost amusedly, but she couldn’t laugh as Bartek spread her thighs wider.

She forced herself off him, standing just to wiggle out of the rest of her dress.

Bartek watched her become naked, realizing that there was nothing left under there.

His auburn eyes glowed as he took in her bare body.

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